Theater is still a medium which attracts young writers. You'd think that it would be all over by now, with television and film. But it's not.

What a fine persecution—to be kept intrigued without ever quite being enlightened.

It would have been nice to have had unicorns.

Having translated two plays by Chekhov, and not speaking Russian myself - I cannot say one sentence. This may shock people... However, I am not shocked, as it is not hard to find out what the words mean.

The names for things don't come first. Words stagger after, hopelessly trying to become the sensation.

Theater is still a medium which attracts young writers. You'd think that it would be all over by now, with television and film. But it's not.

A Chinaman of the T'ang Dynasty—and, by which definition, a philosopher—dreamed he was a butterfly, and from that moment he was never quite sure that he was not a butterfly dreaming it was a Chinese philosopher. Envy him; in his two-fold security.